Ode To Mr. Zimmerman
Carrying a note wasn’t his bag
When he sang his voice would sort of drag
For his America he waved a flag
Robert Zimmerman was his name
Poetic ballads were his burning flame
Where others said can’t, he said can
He called us friend
And spoke of the wind
I think him a giant he’s only a man
Reading his words makes me want more
to analize his analogies can be a chore
Paints pictures in my head
when your driven in your car
Paints lyrics of big brass beds
He’s truly a star
How to follow I don’t know
his concert ended in an encore
My appreciation of Bob Dylan I doubt I could show
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